The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1887-04-13

as affecu0n, for instance, l wouldn't Tor
moment suspect you of, Miss Leroy. l un-
derstand. believe the length, breadth and
depth of that charming illusion be-rhymed
by old fashioned poets as 'woman's love- F"
Certainly" she replied, tanning herself.
"a woman's love is as long as your purse,
as broad as your lands, and as deep as
your manly truth and DEVOTION Then
she lightly trilled the beginning of a little
song which. shortly after, when he flung
out Of Mrs. Isherwood's house, Hollis could
hear her singing in the drawing room
singing with tender simplicity that at the
same time thrilled aud angered him:
"a king there lived in Thule
Whom, faithful to the grave
II.
Even the next day, as Mr.. Hollis vent
lounging through plcture-gallery, to keep
from humming tine King in Thule he
had to button-hole some people and pour
out oceans Of artistic cant about realism
and low tones and middle distances. He
was Just in the midst Of the veriest un-
meaning tumble about Corot green's, when
he saw May Leroy enter the place, and inn
mediatelY resolved to avoid her carefully.
In Just five minutes he was at her side,
and later they left the gallery together.
Dear me! that's over" exclaimed May.
every body talks about those pictures, so
had 10 see them"
More social humbug-eh, Miss Leroy?"
said Hollis, dlsagreeably.
"How much do you know about high
lights and middle distanceP' retorted the
young lady.
Nothing at all" he acknowledged, saw
agely. "Good-by," and he was about shut
ting her carriage door, when she put out
OBTAINING hand.
''Stop. I'm going to the water-color
Exhibition would you like to come with
me? But / warn you | must stop at q
milliners on the way"
Thanks, no; l have an engagement"
said Hollis. stiffiy. But after one glance at
the heckless face smiling into his he forgot
the engagement, and took the seat by Miss
Leroy's side. They were soon driving
through a modest street, and presently
stopped before a little house, on the door
of which appeared the legend, Miss Rob-
inson, Milliner."
There's box here" said May. as she
tugeed at something under the seat. II
don't allow the coachman to leave the
horses; can you help me-"
Hollis jumped out, and jerked big bon
net-box into sight. May tried to take it
from him, but he insisted. "No, no; shall
carry il for you"
Don't trouble your High Mightiness."
was her grateful reply.
But he carried II, after all, and at the
door he remarked: How heavy it is Bon
nets in it, SUPPOSE
oh, there's so much Jet and metal on
everything nowadays" she explained.
And is this a famous milliner2' in
quired Hollis, looking at the door-plate.
Not at all, but the young person builds
my head-g gear at moderate prices and in a
very Partisan way"
Presently the door was opened by little
girl, who, seeing tall gentleman with a
bandbox, became quite speechless. The
coacbman meanwhile. not understanding
the maneuvers, was by this time walking
his horses several blocks away; so III bills
said, Why can't go in?
Miss Leroy hesitated, but finally an
swered, Certainly, you may come in with
me-" Then she hastily ordered the child,
''Take this box to your sister," But the
load was heavy, and dropped from the
small hands. Miss Leroy at once bent
down, and fairly forced the box into the
little things arms, with the sharp admoni
ton, Now don't let it fall"
asked Hollis.
'Pshawl no." she said coldly, as she
swept into a room that was at once shop
and parlor.
"You don't believe in spelling the chill
dren of the poor, l see, he remarked with
sarcasm.
"As I've told you before, don't believe
IN any nonsense whatever" replied May,
haughtily.
Hollis stood noting the perfect neatness
OF the cheaply furnished room, the few
pictures, ornaments, and bits of color that
told of an effort after refinement, and the
array Of bOnnets on long upright rods.
Presently the door opened noiseless y, and
there glided in the milliner herself pale,
pretty young creature gho turned an en-
barrassed look upon the strange gentleman,
then stood humbly before her tall, hand
some patron, and asked, in a soft voice:
sis it about another bonnet, Miss
LeIoy?"
Yes" said May, in her clear-cut tone,
something to suit new costume"
Would you try on some OF these
styles@' asked the girl, taking gauzy
structure from its perch and fitting it upon
Mays queenly head.
'fDoes this become me?i said Miss Le-
roy, and Hollis saw how perfectly the
delicate stuffs framed her blonde beauty,
but he saw as well the girlishness of Miss
Robinson's splender figure and the engag-
| ing, selfforgetful look in her pretty face.
Now" said May, you've quite the
right notion about shape, but for shade |
want an ecru, the hat to be bordered with
black, and lightened up with few of those
new roses you showed me in rare shade
of crimson. It must be delivered by-let
me see, tomorrow will be Good Friday
well, by Saturday, or, at farthest, Sunday
morning early. l want it on Easter with.
| out fail"
"Yes, m, I'll do my best" answered
Miss Robinson; "but, please" and she
| gave an embarrassed glance toward Hollis,
may speak with you moment2"
"I've no time to-day for talk" said May,
hurriedly.
'Oh! please, pleasel" the milliner be-
sought her in low voice, and very un-
willingly Miss Leroy went toward the
door while Hollis considerably looked
| out of the window. Among several whis-
| pered sentences he heard several times re-
peated and distinctly thee words: "It's
too much, Miss Leroy. l can't; Oh, indeed
| I can't"
Then May said, imperiously: Hold
your tonguel Remember, now, that hat
must be re dy, sharp and sure. 1 want it
for Easter morning. Ecru with crimson.
Remember Come, Mr.. Hollis
AS Hollis followed the young empress
out he observed the poor little milliner.
She stood clasping and unclasplng her thin
hands, two great tears had welled up from
her soft patient eyes, and were coursing
down those pale cheeks. Miss Leroy swept
out without backward glance and when
Hollis took his seat in the carriage he felt
a wild desire to appeal to her better feel
ings, to ask her in burning words to make
mercy, pity and love the crown of hel
womanhood. The burning words he did
at length bring himself to say were:
"Queer little party, that millineri seemed